Lenny's Love Story

Hello, I’m Lenny and I’m a ghost.

Out walking the dog,
My iPod playing my favourite music,
I never saw or heard the speeding car.
Jess barked, I looked up.
For a moment I stared into the driver’s eyes and
Then I was standing detached, looking on.
There was Jess sniffing at my broken body
Caught in the driver’s fixed gaze.

That was five years ago
But time stands still for Helen.
I wait with her at the bus stop,
I lie by her side at night
And we sit in the evenings as she stares beyond the TV.
Our hopes and dreams are of the past
Now she exists not lives – numb.

She visits my grave on the anniversary of that fateful day.
Her shed tears fall through my outstretched hands
And I cry for her tortured soul
But I cannot shed tears.
She trudges through the churchyard 
Down the leafy lane, lost in her thoughts.
I shout in silence,
“Helen, stop you are at the main road 
Don’t step out – there’s a lorry!”

And then, there’s a hand on her shoulder.
She hesitates, spins around and looks into his eyes.
He smiles warmly and holds her as she sobs.
At last her life is rekindled and
I am now a memory.
It is time for me to go.
Farewell world, farewell my beloved Helen. 

I’m Lenny and I was a ghost.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Agustin Avatar
September 9, 2023 at 4:04 AM
Thanks for sharing this... Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Seeker Avatar
May 10, 2023 at 7:52 AM
It’s true actually, after death some souls refuse to go into God’s domain of unconditional love and boundless light because of attachments. They remain ‘stuck’, so to speak, in this world but without a physical body.
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